Sinners' Playground (The Harlequin Crew #1) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,179

over a year before I realised I wasn't ever going to be allowed to leave on my own terms. And it had been more than two years when he decided to kill me and dump my ass back here.

Fucking Shawn.

Thinking about him hurt. Not because I'd ever loved him - he was too cold for that, too unreachable and I dunno, depraved, I guessed. He had that piece of him missing. There wasn't a heart beating in his chest, it was just a cold, dark, power hungry void. And that had been just fine by me until I'd realised that meant I was yet again disposable.

I probably should have run long before it got to that point, but I was dumb enough to think he liked fucking me so much that he’d keep me around long term and I really didn't have anywhere else to go. So now here I was. A dead girl walking, thrown away once again.

I pushed out of bed, showered, made coffee then headed out onto my tiny deck to drink it in the light of the rising sun.

But the moment I pushed the door open and Mutt shot out to go pee, I froze.

There, parked up right in front of my trailer in a space that was not big enough at all, down a path absolutely not intended for cars, was a big ass black truck with a big ass blonde asshole asleep behind the wheel.

What. The. Fuck?

I placed my mug of coffee down and stalked back inside with my eyes narrowed and fury in my veins. Who the fuck did he think he was to just dominate my fucking life like this?

I stormed to my room, yanking open the door to my little closet and quickly dressing in a pair of denim shorts, a bikini top with an oversized blue tank over the top of it and a black baseball cap. I topped the look off with the pink sunglasses that had formerly belonged to JJ and a pair of white tennis shoes.

I glanced in the mirror at the various scrapes and bruises I’d acquired, taking a moment to look at the hickies on either side of my throat.

As my gaze slid between the two of them, a blush heated my cheeks and I had to fight it off as I thought about the fact that both of them had had their mouths on me last night. It was a damn shame they were both assholes though because I was starting to feel the need to get laid with a quiet kind of desperation that I was seriously going to have to work on soon.

I shoved those distracting ideas aside and focused on the task at hand, releasing a harsh breath.

Then I strode back to my little kitchen, poured a glass of water and headed outside to clear out my Fox problem.

It was too hot to be sleeping in freaking trucks, so Fox had left his windows down before leaning his chair right back and kicking his feet up onto the dash. It looked uncomfortable as fuck and I wished him a cricked neck for his troubles. He had a pistol in his lap, his hand curled loosely around it, but I was willing to bet the cocky motherfucker believed no asshole would ever dare try and sneak up on him in his own turf. More fool him.

I stalked towards him, lifted the glass and dumped the contents in his lap with a wicked smirk.

"What the fuck?" Fox bellowed, shoving himself upright and glaring around like he was hunting for a head to rip off while raising his pistol.

"Morning, asshole, time to go," I said as he opened his door to leap out of the truck.

I smirked at him tauntingly as water dripped down his bare chest making me think about the way he'd pressed those muscles against me last night, the way he'd kissed me, ground his hard cock between my thighs and-

Damn, that backfired fast.

I worked to fight off the oh so tempting thoughts of this particularly pushy motherfucker and turned to jog back up onto my porch to escape him.

"Where are we going?" Fox demanded as he stalked after me. His heavy footsteps making my little wooden porch tremble as he closed in on me.

He clearly hadn’t realised that I’d meant it was time for him to go and I wasn’t planning on joining him, but one look into his psycho eyes told me I wouldn’t get rid of him that